So here is the truth about being a 30 Something Single Woman
Too old to find a partner because…
Most good guys are taken by this age, which may have some truth to it. But, then again, most women are, too. Is this a result of “good guys” finding love in their 20s, or simply what’s left in a society where they tell you that you must find the one you’ll spend your entire life with before you enter the fourth decade of your life?
You’re no longer in your prime. A supple 20-something, with no impediments to fertility, emotional manipulation, and social molding is far more appealing to men than a 30-something who might need assistance, or persistence to bear a child, is too strong-headed to be emotionally manipulated, and too independent to be manipulated.
Therein lies the truth about being a 30-something single woman. You know you are better prepared for love now, in your more polished and refined versions of yourself than you were in your 20s. You know that being strong-headed and independent makes you better equipped to have a fulfilling, equal, respectful relationship. You know that if only you can find the one who thinks like you do, it will all fall into place. Men who appreciate you don’t come easy. Most are threatened by you. You don’t cave all that easily. You are unwilling to change your life around for someone who doesn’t deserve it. If you have to let someone in, they need to prove their worth to you first. Most people can’t be bothered.
The thing is, you still believe in love. You may be jaded, but you aren’t damaged. It’s more of a practical cynicism – or realism, if you will – that you have imbibed, thanks to all your adventures. So, you just keep hoping. And in this hoping, you slowly realize that maybe you don’t need a husband or a boyfriend or a partner. You need a companion. Someone to share your morning coffee with, someone to exchange back rubs with at the end of a long day, someone who will listen to your stories, and tell you theirs, someone who won’t play games. That’s all… that’s all you really want.
There is nothing wrong with you. But, nobody seems to think so. And it’s THIS – the sympathy tilts of the head and the sad look in the eyes – that slowly kills you. Not your hopeless romanticism. Not your almost lovers. Not your solitude. Not you!